Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 301 - 301: An Invitation

Lionel was only 26, even younger than Dylan.

Whoa. Another eligible bachelor. Savannah gasped with admiration and continued to view the web page. Maybe it was because she had walked a long distance today, or she ate a good amount just now, she felt tired and began to nod off. Finally, she couldn't open her eyes and fell asleep, lying face down on the table in front of the computer.

A few minutes later, the door opened. A tall man in a black suit walked in quietly, his footsteps were hard to be heard on the soft woolen carpet.

Dylan's eyes fell on the little woman who nodded off over the table, and his cold face relaxed a little.

She must be tired after spending a whole day in the park.

He went to her, lifted her from the chair gently. He was about to carry her to the bed when his gaze was drawn to the computer screen. Lionel's pictures were right there on the web page.

She was searching for Lionel's information online.

Was she so interested in Lionel?

His anger had not yet turned away, and now he was especially angry when he saw that she was caring about another man. He wanted to wake her up and interrogate her immediately.

At this moment, Savannah stirred in his arms and buried her head in his chest, unconsciously.

It was the first time she had been so soft to him after she gave him cold treatment for so long.

His rage gradually sank.

Finally, without waking her up, he laid her on the bed softly, covered her with a blanket, and left the bedroom.

* * *

The Sterling Group.

"Mr. Sterling, Mr. Rowe from the Rowe Group, sent you an invitation letter to invite you to visit his new villa this weekend." Dylan's secretary reported in an official tone.

Dylan looked up from the documents on the desk. His face was immovable.

Lionel was going to stay in LA for a long time. He had bought a house in Royal Villa in the east of the city. Naturally, he would hold a housewarming party for the new place and invite some celebrities and business partners.

The Sterling Group was a business titan in LA, and it also had a close cooperative relationship with the Rowe Group. What's more, the two families were close to each other. So Dylan should be the first one Lionel would invite after he moved to LA.

Dylan opened the envelope and unfolded the letter inside. He read it quickly, and his fine gaze fixed on a familiar name on the elegant yellow paper.

As a sign of respect, the invitation was handwritten by Lionel.

Dear Mr. Sterling:

I would like to invite you and Miss Schultz to visit my new house in Royal Villa on June 28th and have dinner together.

Yours, Lionel Rowe

***

On a weekend evening, when Savannah was watching a TV show on her iPad, she heard the engine sound of a car approaching. Walking to the balcony, she saw a familiar Bentley pulled slowly into the house. Behind the clean window, a cool figure was sitting in the back row.

Dylan didn't get out of the car when it stopped. He ordered something to Garwood, and a few seconds later, Garwood left the car for the villa.

Within minutes, Emma knocked on Savannah's bedroom door and walked in. "Miss Schultz, Garwood is here." Then she stood aside.

"Good evening, Miss Schultz." Garwood walked in and said politely.

"Good evening, what's the matter?" Savannah wondered.

"Please dress up, and I'll take you to dinner later. Mr. Sterling is waiting for you in the car." Garwood explained briefly.

"Dinner? Where?" Savannah stood up and asked.

"The young master of the Rowe family came to LA to develop the business here. He bought a house in Royal Villa in the east of the city and is going to host a housewarming party in his new house tonight. Mr. Sterling I'll take you to the party together." Garwood said patiently.

Savannah's heart gave a leap. Lionel? "Do I have to go?" She wanted to say no subconsciously.

Suppose Lionel recognized her and greeted her first. Dylan would see that she and Lionel had known each other.

Though she and Lionel were not familiar with each other very much, Dylan, the autocratic and narrow-minded man, must still be angry at her.

She had no idea what would happen at that time. So, she'd better not go!

"It's commanded by Mr. Sterling," Garwood said.

Savannah turned and glanced out the window at the car below. After a long hesitation, she finally agreed.

Anyway, she had an agreement with him. She could not refuse to accompany him to a dinner party.

Just go and see.

She went to the cloakroom and chose an empire-waist evening gown. It was in beaded lace style, and its overlay skirt was so wide that it could perfectly cover her baby bump.

Savannah was youthful and strikingly petite. Though she was about five months pregnant, she still had shapely arms and legs without any trace of fat, and her face was small as ever.

Without close observation, you could not see her pregnancy at all.

After changing the dress, she went downstairs with Garwood and met old Sterling in the living room.

Old Sterling heard from Garwood that Dylan was going to take her to Rowe's housewarming party, frowning slightly, and he seemed to be dissatisfied, "I don't think Savannah is able to attend the party in her condition..." There must be a lot of people in such circumstances. What if any naughty kid knocked Savannah down?

"Sir, you can rest assured. Mr. Sterling will take good care of Miss Schultz. They will be back soon." Garwood said with a smile.

Old Sterling took a look at Savannah and nodded after a short consideration. Savannah and Dylan were at war these days. It was a good chance for Dylan to make up with her when they attended a party together.

Garwood said goodbye to old Sterling and led Savannah out of the villa.

"Miss Schultz, please." Garwood opened the car door and made a genteel low bow.

In the back seat of the car, Dylan sat bolt upright there in a grey custom suit, without a single glance at her.

Savannah bit her lip. The rigidity of his manner showed that he was not in a good mood, but she did not think much. Her mission today was to accompany him to a dinner party, that's all.

She picked up her skirt and climbed into the car with difficulty. She paused when she got into the seat. As the door of the car was closed, Dylan glanced at her coldly.

"Oh, you don't even look pregnant. If I'm not present, I dare say a lot of men would ask you to dance." He said dryly.

Savannah, of course, heard the sarcasm in his voice. With a slight frown, she replied calmly, "Mr. Sterling, if you don't think it's appropriate for such an occasion, I will not go."

She didn't want to go with him at all. When she met Lionel, it would be a little awkward if she pretended not to know him, but it might be worse if she said hello to him.

He picked her up for dinner himself. What did he mean by saying this?

Dylan sneered, leaning forward to her, and cupped her chin, "if Lionel hadn't invited you, I wouldn't have taken you to go with me."